On Tuesday of this week I had an experience that almost knocked me out of the curve; an event that surpassed my wildest imagination.
Now I'm sitting here in tight pants, trying to rearrange my confused thoughts. How could something like this happen to me?
A neighbor rang my bell this morning. She lives in a house around the corner and is a year older than me.
Her husband passed away suddenly a few months ago. He was a bit chaotic and couldn't part with anything, whether old screws, straightened nails, pieces of pipe made of different metals and lengths, old computers with old tube screens, etc. etc. The house is like a museum.
I walked by her house a while back as she was carrying old junk and chairs out front. It should be picked up the next day. So I offered to help her. She gladly accepted my offer. Since then she has asked me for help every now and then. There are two children, but they have families of their own and are not always available.
I am glad to help.
On Tuesday she said there was a leak in the sink drain in the bathroom and could I have a look. I went with her and inspected the drain.
In the bathroom, a hot water bottle made of red rubber with a red rubber hose and a rubber tube could not be overlooked. That went on a hook on the wall. Also a large douch bulb on the windowsill. Well, I thought to myself, old guard with the appropriate equipment; no different for me. I wouldn't have guessed that here. This family made a very conservative impression on me.
Suddenly she said: "I'm embarrassed, I wanted to put that away" and started to collect the things.
"No, leave it, that's okay. I know what that is for. Do not worry. We also have some of those things.”
She looked at me in astonishment, at least she wanted to give the impression. I looked at the drain and saw that only one screw on the siphon was loose, which I tightened. Actually just a little thing.
Incidentally, I asked if she would still use the things.
It literally gushed out of her...
"Yeah, you know, it used to be normal. I knew that from home and kept it. If necessary, my mother would send me to my aunt. She was a nurse and lived next door. She explained to me every step of what she was doing and was very velvety about it. I felt good. But my husband always said it was a mess. He refused to help me with my occasional cleansing, nor did he ever want an enema from me himself. And for our two children, that was also a taboo. He just didn't want that. I have to admit, I've been tempted by that before. So I was left alone with it. I still do it once or twice a month. And you do that too? I think that's really good. And your wife….."
She chattered like a waterfall incessantly, without periods and commas. I wondered when she took a breath...
Maybe that's because she was a teacher in an elementary school.
"... and what I would have given to get an enema from someone, just give in and let go. Giving someone one too. It's nothing bad. I always feel good afterwards and find Rest..“
And suddenly: "... we are no longer little children who have to beat around the bush.... would you like to admister me one? I'll give you one too..."
Suddenly I had a stiff. Since I just crawled out from under the sink and stood in front of her, it was obvious to see. Her gaze fell briefly on the bulge in my trousers and said "...then I'll quickly finish the bag..." She probably took my erection as a form of approval.
I think I was about to cum.
She unhooked the hot water bottle, unscrewed the cap, pushed me aside from the sink, turned on the faucet and set the temperature. Then she rinsed out the rubber bag a few times and then filled it to the brim. After the closure with the tube was screwed back on, she hung the bulging bag back on the hook, deflated the tube and then greased the colon tube thickly with Vaseline. This was on the sink. Suddenly I stood there with the tube in my hand...
"I think it's best to bend over the small table. Are you okay with the colon tube? You insert it all the way and you get the water deep into your colon….”
I thought, 'Now just shut up and finally lie across the table...'
I pushed her to the table, pushed her torso over it, lifted her skirt and draped it over her back, pulled down her panties.
I was almost speechless when I saw her long labia, which literally swelled out of her pussy. I only knew such from pictures on the Internet, which reminded me of Photoshop. Now that was live. The first drops wet my underpants...
I dipped my left thumb in the Vaseline and gently rubbed the anus with it, pushing the anterior joint through and slightly pulling the sphincter muscle up. This opened it slightly and inserted the colon tube along the tip of the thumb. At the same time I pulled my thumb out again. Now the journey into the depths of her gut could begin. I was amazed at how easily the tube disappeared into her colon.
She gasped loudly...
"But that happened quickly. Are you doing that often? I think I've put myself in the hands of a professional... aaaah that's good..."
I thought, 'Better that she doesn't know about the smuts that we do. Maybe she'll want that too...'
She could still hear the metal clamp clicking, then she only moaned when the water ran into her. I gently squeezed the inlet hose to regulate the flow. I didn't want it to let in too quickly.
I noticed the clear slimy liquid that formed between her large labia and collected in a droplet at the bottom. This slowly dissolved on a slimy thread.
Instinctively, I caught it in the index finger of my right hand and pulled it through the wings of her lips, touching the small hard nub. She reared slightly and moaned even louder.
"Is your cock still stiff? Do you want to fuck me? Come fuck me, fuck me... push me through..."
Now someone should say that the oven has cooled down with old sacks….
I undid the belt with one hand and dropped my pants, pulled the panties down a bit, pushed the glans through her lips several times and then slowly sank my cock deep into her pussy in one go. She was soaking wet. I slowly pulled it out again. When I got my cock out of her cunt, the big, horny labia were still encircling my glans. An absolutely awesome sight and a crazy feeling. Those lips act like an afterburner...
Then I fucked the teacher violently while the red bag continued to emptied into her colon. A violent orgasm shook her body. I had to delay my shot by doing little mental arithmetic while fucking. It's distracting. The contents of the bag were now completely in her colon.
She was breathing heavily. After her orgasm I pulled my cock out of her pussy.
Taking a short breather, I pressed the metal clamp, slowly pulled the tube out of her colon and dropped it into the sink.
My neighbor left her position on the table, turned around and took my cock in her mouth. Realizing a discharge was imminent, I wanted to pull it out of her mouth. She grabbed me tightly by my buttocks and pulled me tightly to prevent this…. I came in her mouth with endless shots…. and she swallowed everything….
When I objected: "I didn't want to do that..." she only said: "... but I…“
After a minute of breathing, she sat on the toilet. I pulled my pants back up.
"It was really intense. Exceeded my wildest dreams. You'll get the next enema we do. I'm looking forward to that, are you too? When do you have time? I think, I need a little time now. You find out yourself. I'll come over then. Would still need some help...“
And again the flow of words….
"Your sink drain is blocked. Yes, it was really cool. You can call me."
Then I left her alone and trotted home with the worst thoughts. I always wanted to rinse another woman properly with large enemas, and also feel the hands of other women. Those were more or less just thoughts.
Who heard that and answered my secret fantasies.....?
Now I'm worried that the teacher will carry out her threats to enema me... If my red-haired witch finds out, she'll surely cut my cock off...
Am I such a bastard?